Page 89 of Masked in Deception
“Princess, I…fuck!”
Whatever else he was planning to say is silenced forever by my mouth as I pounce off the piano bench and onto him, straddling his waist and pushing us both to the floor. Threading my fingers through his hair, I grind against him, reveling in how hard he is underneath me, how much bigger he is. I bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before sucking it into my mouth, needing him inside me in every way.
Sitting back up, I rip his dress shirt open, buttons flying, and scrape my fingernails down his chest and torso as hard as I can.I hope I leave scars.
Grinning down at his bewildered face, I growl out, “Mine.That piano is mine. This necklace is mine. You. Are. Mine.”
Something about this brings him back into himself, and he gives me a saucy smirk before he sits up effortlessly to bring hisforehead to mine and look into my eyes. “Yeah, Princess. It’s all yours. It always has been.”
He moves to stand, and I squeak and wrap my legs around his waist, convinced he’ll drop me from this awkward angle, but he stands to his full height, holding me like I’m weightless. I’m expecting to be dropped softly onto the bed, or set on the back of the couch, or hell, on top of the piano. Anything except him slamming me into the wall so hard a frame falls to the floor, one hand coming behind my head to protect it from the force.
The look in his eyes is different from anything I’ve ever seen from Jack before. He’s unhinged. Feral. I might have enough sense to be scared if I wasn’t so horny.
“I’m yours, Princess. I have been, and I will be, independently of anything you could ever do in this life. Nothing can ever change that. Youhave to know.”He pulls back, eyes blown black, and moves his hand from behind my head to cradle my jaw firmly, holding me in place while he stares into my soul.
“Iamyours andyou. Are. Mine,”he growls. “You’ve always been mine, Margot. I won’t let you go again. For anything.”
Fuck. Yes.Yes, you stupid man who’s atoned and fought for me. I want you. Yes.
“Please,” I breathe, and he’s on me again.
By the time we make it to the bedroom, we have more clothes off than on, and we’ll both be covered in scratches and bruises tomorrow. It’s like we both want to dig into one another, burrow inside so deeply that nothing can tear us apart again. Finally, my blouse is torn away, and I’m left lying on the bed in the simple matching bra and thong I wore today in soft pink lace.
“You’re such a fucking vision, Margot Sinclair,” he moans. I yelp as he pushes my panties to the side and plunges two long fingers into me, finding me soaked.
“Oh my God,” I wheeze as he adds a third, stretching me out as if he’s on a mission.
“Gotta make sure you’re ready for me, baby, but worshipping you like you deserve has to wait. I have to be inside you. It’s been too long.” He’s shaking with the effort of keeping himself off me now, and I need him.
“Please, Jack. Please. Inside me, I need you,” I gasp as he gives me exactly what I asked for, ripping my panties off and slowly sliding the thick cock that I’ve missed so much all the way inside in one devastating thrust.
He doesn't even ask, just slides into me bare. Nobody has since him, and I forgot how much better, how much...more…it feels.
“I hope you're not on birth control, Princess.”
“Don't you mean...” Fuck, he's deep, and I wiggle, trying to find a way to catch my breath as he’s forcing it out of me, one long thrust at a time. “You hope I am?”
He stops thrusting, settling deep inside me and leaning down to stare into my eyes as his fingers find my clit. “No, baby girl. I really fucking don't.”
I come immediately, his words and his fingers leaving me unable to resist falling apart.
“That’s it, darling. Mine. My orgasms, isn’t that right?” He pulls back to give me a long look full of a wild adoration that I sincerely hope I’ll be seeing for the rest of my life. Pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead, he moves both of my legs to his shoulders and bends me in half.Oh fuck, that’s deep.I wince, then moan as he drags his way out. The push and pull of the pain and pleasure is going to send me over the edge again.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he teases, drawing my attention back to him and placing one hand around my neck. Not much pressure, just enough to remind me that he has me where he wants me.God, I like this new sex Jack.“You pay attention to me when I’m fucking you, Margot. And you damn sure look me in the eyes when you come on this cock.”
I do. I stare right at him, fighting the urge to let my eyes roll back into my head but keeping them on him the entire time.
“Oh fuck,” he says gently on an exhale, before giving me the same honor and holding my eyes as he comes inside me, his warmth spilling as deep as he can. “That’s my girl.”
He releases my legs from his shoulders, and I wrap them around his waist, eager to stay connected for as long as possible. Our kisses turn sweeter and sweeter, and I’m lost in them when I realize he’s hardagain.Or he was never soft. He’s fucking back into me slowly now, our combined cum making a mess of my pussy that I can feel dripping down onto the sheet. As he picks up the pace, he gives me one more kiss before pulling out, flipping me over onto my elbows and knees, and driving back in, pausing deep with the sexiest groan escaping his mouth.
“You look confused, Princess,” he taunts. “Did you think we were done?”
I whine as he refuses to thrust, staying firmly pressed against my G-spot as he teases me. “I thought…ugh…you came, so I thought we were done.”
Wrapping my hair around his fist, he pulls me up, still speared on his cock, until my back hits his chest. Gently turning my head so that I can see him, he’s giving me a confused look as his thrusts begin again, just enough to remind me that he’s there.
“You thought that I would have you for the first time in years, and come inside youonce, and that would be enough for now? That I would need a break? I hate to break it to you, darling, but we’re nowhere near done for the night. You might as well settle in,” he trails off into a whisper before pushing me back down onto my elbows, and I let him.
